Can anyone help me? There is a bad thought in my brain. It's making me crazy, making me fucking insane. This bad thought is telling me, to do something really fucking bad. To do something terrible, and make people sad. Can anyone help me, with this bad thought in my fucking head? It's telling me to kill myself, that I would be better off dead. I can't stop this fucking thought, what the hell should I do? Is this just some crazy ass thought, or could it come true? Can anyone help me? This thought is taking it's toll. I'm going to go fucking mad, I'm losing all control. No one can help me, it's too fucking late. The bad thought in my head, has chose my fate. The thought has taken over, this war it has won. I give into the thought, and pull the trigger on the gun. Can anyone help me? I'm dying with a tear in my eye. Can anyone help me? I'm much too young to fucking die!Birth sign: Pisces
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